[the duck snuggles help a lot, and she exhales slowly when shenhe the duck fluffs up and cuddles close. it helps to have something that she can rhythmically pet at. it feels better to know that this duck was held by nahri, too, at some point.
maybe it's not entirely on purpose, but the deep breath is a good model. she breathes in after he does, and then breathes out. follows it. slow and steady.
she looks at fei du, as he wipes her tears. and then looks around the room. stares, for a long, long moment at the other bed, at. something, and then looks away from it, back to him.]
Um. [not that. not wolfwood. something else.] Bed. You.
[ fei du's observant enough to pick up on that, too - he keeps it going, breathing in, and then out. nice and steady. ]
Good. [ a little crinkle to his eyes when he smiles, affirming, as he takes the tissue and holds it as far away from himself as physically possible to drop it in the trash. he tries to do this smoothly with mixed results, but he figures his poor traumatized wet bird won't judge him too much. ]
How about three things you can feel? Something you're touching, or something that's touching you. I might say I can feel the ground under my feet.
she doesn't seem to mind him doing this - she knows he has trouble with blood and she feels bad for making him have to deal with it. at least the tears are starting to stop. she strokes a finger down shenya's back, and then:]
Her. [duck.] The floor. My clothes.
[she shivers a little. but she's a bit more present, thinking about what's touching her. she's here. she's not the axe, she's a person.
... still. she makes sure the axe is close to her.]
[ he makes a quiet affirmative noise. ] That's it.
[ it's working. he's a little hesitant to approach the other senses, but after a moment, reaches past her to pick his psp up off of the table. he flicks it on, letting the screen light up, the logos for the loading screens for patapon coming up as always, the music playing quietly in the room.
shenya makes a little noise and ruffles her feathers. content. ]
How about two things you can hear?
[ fei du glances past her, just briefly, to the axe. she'd called herself the divine axe of devastation - by now he's sort of figured out what might have happened, or at least, where she might have gone, but he makes no note of it for now. ]
[he should try to touch the axe i think that'd be funny
she watches him pick up the PSP. the tears have stopped by now, and she is so, so tired. so... she scoots a little closer, curling up at his side so she can see the screen. if he lets her, she will rest her head on his shoulder, duck in hand, watching him play.]
... Your game. [not the laughing from the bed next to her.] Your voice.
Good job. [ its bold of you to assume he'd ever touch any kind of weapon, plastic or otherwise
anyway he lets her! of course he does. though fei du can sometimes be a little touch averse like a cat, he doesn't mind shenhe in his space at all. instead, he just lets her settle, lowering his shoulder to make it a little easier. shenya is content and happy, and fei du fires up the screen. ]
You're right here, right? [ here, in this moment, the best that you can be.
the patapons chirp as he pulls up a level, and he turns the volume up some. this is one of the ways fei du empties out his own brain when he needs it - patapon is easily and mindless and requires exactly enough of his concentration that it helps. and he's content just to sit with shenhe in the quiet like this, curled up and letting her come down and watch. ]
... Yes. [she says finally, slowly easing against him entirely.] Thank you. Fei Du.
[she doesn't know if she can express in words what he's doing for her.
he's warm, and shenya is settled, and the mirrors are covered. the game isn't too intense and the visuals are almost hypnotic. rhythmic. so without really meaning to, her eyes slip closed. she'll probably fall asleep on him, or at the very least doze off a little as the music plays. relaxed. safe.
[ it's a little funny, that being dead has given fei du back some of the tools he's always had - and, really, some of the ones he doesn't really recognize that he has. he's able to provide for shenhe, able to make sure she has everything she could need to feel better, from a comfortable room to a comfortable place to sleep, to a quiet place away from the loud, loud noise of the rest of shibuya.
in reality, he's able to provide a safe harbor in his personality too. fei du, despite all of his fussing about it, despite his frosty cold exterior and kaleidoscope-like self, is a good person. he's a kind person, and he'll stay here with shenhe all night long if that's what helps her feel better. at one point, he reaches for the edge of the blankets to very gingerly and carefully pull them up and over their laps. otherwise, it's like when a cat falls asleep on you. you are chosen. you cannot move.
he doesn't move, just quietly plays patapon, and hopes the soothing rhythm does help shenhe rest. she probably needs it. ]
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maybe it's not entirely on purpose, but the deep breath is a good model. she breathes in after he does, and then breathes out. follows it. slow and steady.
she looks at fei du, as he wipes her tears. and then looks around the room. stares, for a long, long moment at the other bed, at. something, and then looks away from it, back to him.]
Um. [not that. not wolfwood. something else.] Bed. You.
[a beat.] Duck.
[tucks shenya under her chin.]
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Good. [ a little crinkle to his eyes when he smiles, affirming, as he takes the tissue and holds it as far away from himself as physically possible to drop it in the trash. he tries to do this smoothly with mixed results, but he figures his poor traumatized wet bird won't judge him too much. ]
How about three things you can feel? Something you're touching, or something that's touching you. I might say I can feel the ground under my feet.
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she doesn't seem to mind him doing this - she knows he has trouble with blood and she feels bad for making him have to deal with it. at least the tears are starting to stop. she strokes a finger down shenya's back, and then:]
Her. [duck.] The floor. My clothes.
[she shivers a little. but she's a bit more present, thinking about what's touching her. she's here. she's not the axe, she's a person.
... still. she makes sure the axe is close to her.]
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[ it's working. he's a little hesitant to approach the other senses, but after a moment, reaches past her to pick his psp up off of the table. he flicks it on, letting the screen light up, the logos for the loading screens for patapon coming up as always, the music playing quietly in the room.
shenya makes a little noise and ruffles her feathers. content. ]
How about two things you can hear?
[ fei du glances past her, just briefly, to the axe. she'd called herself the divine axe of devastation - by now he's sort of figured out what might have happened, or at least, where she might have gone, but he makes no note of it for now. ]
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she watches him pick up the PSP. the tears have stopped by now, and she is so, so tired. so... she scoots a little closer, curling up at his side so she can see the screen. if he lets her, she will rest her head on his shoulder, duck in hand, watching him play.]
... Your game. [not the laughing from the bed next to her.] Your voice.
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anyway he lets her! of course he does. though fei du can sometimes be a little touch averse like a cat, he doesn't mind shenhe in his space at all. instead, he just lets her settle, lowering his shoulder to make it a little easier. shenya is content and happy, and fei du fires up the screen. ]
You're right here, right? [ here, in this moment, the best that you can be.
the patapons chirp as he pulls up a level, and he turns the volume up some. this is one of the ways fei du empties out his own brain when he needs it - patapon is easily and mindless and requires exactly enough of his concentration that it helps. and he's content just to sit with shenhe in the quiet like this, curled up and letting her come down and watch. ]
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[she doesn't know if she can express in words what he's doing for her.
he's warm, and shenya is settled, and the mirrors are covered. the game isn't too intense and the visuals are almost hypnotic. rhythmic. so without really meaning to, her eyes slip closed. she'll probably fall asleep on him, or at the very least doze off a little as the music plays. relaxed. safe.
she's here.]
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in reality, he's able to provide a safe harbor in his personality too. fei du, despite all of his fussing about it, despite his frosty cold exterior and kaleidoscope-like self, is a good person. he's a kind person, and he'll stay here with shenhe all night long if that's what helps her feel better. at one point, he reaches for the edge of the blankets to very gingerly and carefully pull them up and over their laps. otherwise, it's like when a cat falls asleep on you. you are chosen. you cannot move.
he doesn't move, just quietly plays patapon, and hopes the soothing rhythm does help shenhe rest. she probably needs it. ]